Thursday, 5 March 2015

Good taste

When I was growing up this painting hung on the wall above the television. I didn't pay much attention to it, frankly I didn't care for art very much.

I feel differently these days of course. I squealed with delight when I found a room filled with Degas in the Met when I was visiting New York. I am consistently green with envy when I see beautiful paintings on Antiques Roadshow. And I often think art collecting would be an exciting hobby if I ever had the money.

My Mum has wonderful taste. This painting belongs to her.

The delicate blue plumbago seemed like a pretty accompaniment.

I've just spent a few weeks at her home on the south coast, picking flowers and taking photos. I can't wait to return at Easter time and see what is flowering then.

WELCOME

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In late 2016 we became expats, swapping Sydney for the English countryside. Now living in a quintessential Cotswold village, here I muse about the beauty of the changing seasons, idyllic English villages, wandering handsome country estates, and our immersion into life in rural England. I am irrevocably smitten with Britain...